Page 175 of Bound By Shame
Both of us sigh.
“What’s this week’s episode?”
Andrea smirks. “Cooking with Cade and Casper.”
On cue, the menace stumbles out the door wearing an apron and…
“You’renotfilming in your underwear,” I growl.
He rolls his eyes, lifting Casper— the white hognose snake coiled in his palm— and adjusting his tiny chef hat. “What’s that? Saint Seba is a possessive caveman?”
Casper’s tiny forked tongue flicks out.
“I know, I know, he doesn’t see the vision, but he will. No one can resist homemade cinnamon buns.”
Andrea twists at the waist. “Cinnamon buns? I thoughtyouwere the snack.”
He smirks at his snake. “See, our girl gets it.” He jolts like he’s been struck by lightning. “We have extra icing!” To Andrea. “Can I frost your tits?”
“Only if you frost Seba’s ass and lick it clean.”
“Deal!”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Do I have a say in this?”
“Nope,” they chirp in unison.
“Then you’re both getting icing to the face.”
Cade whoops, raising Casper overhead. “We’ll finish the episode later, little dude. I’ve gotbunsto eat.” Then he sprints inside.
“Keep the apron on!” I call after him. A manic laugh answers me.
“Please don’t get cum in my hair this time,” Andrea whines. “Ijustwashed it.”
“No promises, baby girl.”
She huffs, rising from her seat next to me and extending a hand. I take it, bringing her fingers to my lips first.
“How ‘bout this,” I murmur, turning her hand over to kiss her palm. Then the inside of her wrist. “You frost that pretty pussy for me, and I’ll save the facial for Cade.”
A wicked grin spreads over those pouty lips.
“It’s gonna have to be quick. I’ve got a flight to catch.”
She tries to pull free, but I tighten mygrip.
“One last thing.” I lace our fingers. “You need us, you call. I don’t give a shit what time it is or where you are, we’ll come for you. Understand?”
She brings our joined hands to her lips, murmuring against my knuckles. “I love you too, Seb.”
Something clatters.
“Noooo!” Cade wails. “Not the icing!”
Laughter bubbles in my chest. Andrea rolls her lips in, fighting it… and failing.
“Never a dull moment with that one,” she chuckles, helping me to my feet. As I follow her into the trailer, preparing for whatever mess my Troublemaker has made, I’m struck with a sense of nostalgia… for what I have right now.
